Fragments of the once beautiful
and colourful stained glass of my heart
lie upon the floor all around;
as if the sorrow and the pain of
lost love erupted and strafed
from the inside out; colour that
once shone within heart’s depths,
flickers and flashes here and there
around me, their vibrance
slowly fading from view..
The many facets of Love’s
face have obscured themselves
from my earthborn watch.
Oh, to see the remnants of
such beauty broken and strewn
upon the sky...to watch love die
is the deepest sorrow
of all - the spirit calls unto heaven.
Where did it go; did I sew
the wrong seeds...was I too free
in sharing how I feel?
I imagine that it was something
you could not do - the cloud you hold
above you keeps the cold of Love’s shadow
astir in your weary soul;
where the sun hides behind the darkness,
and where warmth is so very hard to reach.
I guess I was just too real for
your broken heart,
too weak yet to start anew.
And for all you learn and all you feel,
you will find one day,
that love wishes to return
to your spirit; love wishes that you
listen to her once again;
She will bring to you the sun...
and take you from the rain;
playing her beautiful melody,
so that you are able
to believe once again.

© Deborah L. Kelly